Air India!

As much as we loved India (not) we had to hit the road again to Thailand early. But little did we know that would be a lot harder than we thought. We woke up around nine in the morning and our flight was at 1:30.  In Canada they say that you need to arrive at the airport about 2 or 3 hours before your flight but when we did that in Singapore, the airport staff laughed at us for coming so early. The driver got to our hotel at ten after eleven  which was a little late but fine at the time. Along the way we noticed that our driver wasn't going the fastest way possible because he had to stop meet his buddy  to give him a sign. By that time we were pretty close to the airport, but we didn't have much time till the check in closed. We got there about 10 minutes before the check in closed so my dad, who was very sick at the time, raced ahead of us to get in the line but when he tried to walk through the door a soldier stopped him and asked him if he had any proof of his flight. But of course the paper we had wasn't enough so he and my brother had to run down to the farthest door to get a paper printed out saying when our flight was. When we finally got into the airport and to the right desk three minutes before the check in closed, they said it was closed and they said we could maybe get checked in at another desk. After going to that one we got send to another one, and another one until we got sent back to the first one. By that time it was one minute past the time when checking-in closed for our flight and the girl at the desk said we couldn't get in.  Then she said we could go buy  new tickets  for tomorrow at the customer service desk. When we first walked into the airport I could hear some shouting and banging.  At the time we were in a rush and I thought it was just repair work going on but it actually turns out it was the customer service desk. It was a desk with a very thick glass divider that separates the customer and the Air India employee. The glass was covered in marks from peoples' hands and faces up against the glass complaining about how crappy Air India is.  After about an hour of waiting in line with all the other mad people my dad finally booked us a ticket for the next day. 

The next task at hand was getting a cheap hotel that was close to the airport. But sadly once again that was going be another stressful ordeal. At the information desk they said that hotel booking was  a floor below at the arrivals and that we had to take a staff member with us to get through the security. After taking an elevator down to the first floor with a employee, my dad and him confronted the soldier to ask him if we could go to the arrival floor to get to the hotel desk but he said you have to go outside and down and come in from the outside. After taking the elevator down to the first floor we were once again met by a soldier  in front of the entrance. He found it unbelievable that we wanted to go into the arrivals area and  said," no, go ask the guy at the next door". But that guy said go to a different guy.  It was the check-in desks all over again!   Eventually we got sent back to the original soldier and with some convincing,  my dad got in to the airport to book us a hotel. After that we headed to our hotel and didn't leave the capule for the rest of the day.